EPILOGUE
Lucas & Levi
SIXMONTHSLATER.
LEVI.
“Babygirl, we’re going to be late, and we’ve pushed too many of Dustin’s buttons already.” Tessa was sitting at her vanity, scowling at her reflection before throwing her pencil at the mirror and switching to apply a mauve matte liquid lipstick, clearly frustrated and annoyed.
“Yes, yes, I know… I still can’t figure out how to get my fucking eyeliner right...”
Not long after returning from the hospital, Lucas and I made quick work of turning my old bedroom into a glorified walk-in closet for our girl. Hiring professionals this time, for…reasons.
The walls were lined with custom, built-in shelving units and hanging rods for all the clothes she would purchase over time. Rows of jewelry drawers for all the gifts we would shower her withon a whim. And my actual closet… That was now her shoe room.Fucking women and their shoes.
“I told you we could hire a personal stylist if that were what you wanted.” I smugly leaned against the doorframe, admiring my gorgeous wife. Flawless in every way.
“And I told you that I would figure it out on my own… I don’t need anything like that anymore. I have everything,right here.” Tessa twisted on the velvet stool, her bright eyes sparkling like moonlight on a calm crystal lake.
“Fair enough...” I shrugged, pushing off the frame, swaggering to her side with my hands in the front pockets of my slacks. She stood, immediately giving me her back while lifting her hair with both hands to expose the lengthy zipper of her dress. “But it wouldn’t hurt to have someone help you on an occasion like tonight. Even if it was just once.”
Our first Men Under Revue Gala,together.
Her debut as our wife to the entire society.
“Jesus Christ, you two. Are you fucking or finishing?”Lucas…My brother popped his blond head around the corner with a playful eye roll, always prepared to ruin an intimate moment. Our girl giggled as I drew up her zipper, and she flipped her hair to face us.
“Finishing.” She chimed, taking my hand while lifting her dreamy gaze to meet mine, burning with blazing lust as they always did.
“If you’re trying to make me jealous, it’s not working. I’ll have you in one of Dustin’s three hundred rooms by the end of thenight—maybe more.” Lucas didn’t skip a beat, as if he had recited his witty comeback ahead of time.
“Are you challenging me,again,Luke?” I smirked, my eyes flicking over to meet his as he lazily pressed his shoulder against the doorway, pretending to inspect his nails casually. Bored.
“I mean, we both know you lost the last one.”
“Doesn’t mean I’ll lose the next.”
“Oh? And what about Dustin’s opinion of you?” He lifted his brow with a hum.
“Me? What about you?” I shook my head with pursed lips, gesturing myhand in a what the fuckmanner.
“I didn’t make a deal with him. You did.”
“The deal encompassesbothof us… You’re not getting off that easy.” Everything we did for the MUR was always a package agreement, including promises and commitments.
“Fine,” Lucas droned with a whine and long sigh. “I’ll just get off in his mansion instead and—”
“While I love listening to you two talk about…male politics and sex.” Tessa crinkled her nose before picking up the skirt of her floor-length black silk gown. “Wearegoing to be late unless we leave now.” Stepping around me, she tiptoed her way into the closet for a pair of shoes.
“The studded—” My brother and I started together, before pausing to laugh.
“Oh, I know what heels you boys want.” She beamed, quickly returning with a set of glossy black Louboutins with matte spikeshooked on her fingers. “They go perfectly with this dress, and are my favorite too.”
Lucas blew out a low whistle as she bent forward to set the shoes on the carpet, slipping her feet into them and tapping her heels a couple of times to readjust their placement.
“Can you do that again, but much,muchslower and… facing the other way?” He teased, cocking his head to the side as he attempted to get a better look at her ass.
Tessa flawlessly whipped her black clutch at him, and I covered my mouth to suppress a laugh as he fumbled with the catch, nearly taking it straight to the face. She then sashayed into him, snatching up the purse before gripping his chin between her fingers like we always did to her, dragging his face down to her short level.
